However, it was not normal.
Right now, Miao Xiaoyu had more important things to do.
Therefore, she quickly finished her breakfast and finished a big bowl of soy milk. She looked up at Gu Yan and asked, “Gu Yan, what do you need to do to save brother Jue?”
Gu Yan still took a bite of the fried dough stick indifferently.
She drank another mouthful of soy milk.
Then, she slowly said, “Miao Xiaoyu, if Guan Yujue and Lucifer fell into the river at the same time and neither of them knows how to swim, who would you save first?”
“Then, do I know how to Swim?”
“Oh, you know how to swim, and it’s at the Super High Level of the professional level.”
Miao Xiaoyu’s expression became more and more strange. “You really answered me? Gu Yan, I’m asking you something. Can you not tell me anything else?”
“It seems like Lucifer’s life and death is nothing compared to Guan Yujue?”
“That’s not what I meant!”
